Evelyn rubbed her temples and closed her eyes, keeping her dignity through the grueling treatment regimen.

“Douglas made me very uncomfortable,” Evelyn said.

“He spoke about our family’s net worth as if he were reading from a ledger.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and picked up her hand.

“He is a struggling timber merchant,” I said.

“Men who are loud about money usually have very little of it.”

“Brandon did not even blink when Douglas said it,” Evelyn said.

“Our son just nodded along.”